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The rosy-fingered dawn appears

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #1 (1920) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: The rosy-fingered dawn appears, And lo, the sun uprise; His shafts like golden pointed spears Illume the brightening skies;-- Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine, And praise the Lord of Light divine. Thou hast a task to do this day, Thy God to serve in all; Like morn and noon thy light display, Ere night in darkness fall.-- Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine, And praise the Lord of Light divine. The rosy morn shall fade away, The sun his course complete; Thy task must end with close of day, When light and darkness greet.-- Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine, And praise the Lord of Light divine. 2 Eternal light eternal glows, Beyond the realms of time; Where service still to service grows, As suns to noontide climb.-- Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine, And praise the Lord of Light divine. Languages: English

Triple beam of glory

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #2 (1920) Meter: 6.5.6.5 Lyrics: Triple beam of glory Through the darkness poured; One the Light eternal In our blessed Lord: Give us in the morning Gladness for the day, All our life adorning, Chase our night away. Glory to the Father, Glory to the Son, Glory to the Spirit, Blessed Three in One: Let Thy beams united, Brighter than the sun, Lighten men benighted, Blessed Three in One. Men in darkness sitting Scan the eastern skies; Glory of the Father, On their night arise; 3 Give the morn supernal, Give the endless day;-- Light of lights, eternal, Chase their night away. Hearts are dark with sorrow, Minds are dull with care; Clouds of doubt envelop Mankind everywhere; Triple beam of gladness, Through the ages poured, Give us joy for sadness,- Shine upon us, Lord. Languages: English

The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine

Author: John Brownlie; Michael Burkhardt Hymnal: BHRC #3 (1920) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine, My God, 'tis Thine to lead, to follow mine; No word deceitful shall I speak the while, Nor shall I stain my hand with action vile. Thine be this day with worthy labour filled, Strong let me stand to do the duty willed; Nor swayed by restless passion would I be, That I may give the offering pure to Thee; 4 Else were I shamed when hoary age I see, Shamed were this board that bears Thy gifts to me: Mine is the impulse; O my Christ, I pray, Be Thou Thyself to me the Blessed Way. Languages: English

When the morning from the skies

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #4 (1920) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: When the morning from the skies Pours on earth its glorious rays, Up, my soul, from slumber rise, Give the God of light thy praise. When the earth with beauty decked, Spreads her verdant mantle broad, Let thy garb the hues reflect Of the holiness of God. While the sun his course fulfils Till the shining day is done, For the task His wisdom wills, Gird thee till the goal is won. Every morn of every day Heed the voice of God that calls; Swiftly His behests obey Ere the silent darkness falls. Day is passing, night is near,-- Life is but a day at best; Serve Thy God with holy fear, If the night would bring you rest. Languages: English

The Morning dawns; on gilded height

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #5 (1920) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: The Morning dawns; on gilded height The glory of the early light Awaits the rising sun Awake, my soul, to life awake! Inspired with hope thy task o'ertake, And fill the day begun. O Light, beyond our utmost light, To Whom our day is as the night, Our sun a feeble star; Lead me to where Thy glories rise, Beyond the earth, beyond the skies, On fairer fields afar. Thou art the Light, eternal Christ, Whose glory at the first sufficed To fire the endless spheres; Night has no more abiding place, Before the brightness of Thy face The darkness disappears. O that a searching ray would shine Within this darkened soul of mine, And bid my night depart! Then would the joy of life abound, And morning music ever sound Within my joyless heart. Languages: English

All glorious, see, the morning breaks

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #6 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: All glorious, see, the morning breaks; Awake, my soul, creation wakes; And while the purple tints the skies, Prepare for God thy sacrifice. Thanks to my God, my best of friends, For all the care His love extends; For rest, and peace, and waking eyes To view the light that fills the skies. Let sleep my waking eyes forsake; From sloth my soul her pinions shake; And may the light that gladdens all, Illume my task till evening fall. O Christ, my Morning star, my Light, With Thee no dread infects the night; May darkness ne'er my life appal Nor night, at noon-tide, darkly fall. Bring me where morn eternal shines, And light, unfailing, life entwines; Where darkness ne'er its clouds unrolls To charge with dread our fearful souls. To Thee, O Christ, be endless praise, O Morning star, my joy always; Be aye my morn, for ever shine, And fill my soul with peace divine. Languages: English

Our hearts to heaven upraising

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #7 (1920) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: Our hearts to heaven upraising, We, with the angelic host, Sing praises to the Father, To Son, and Holy Ghost. O Uncreated Nature, Yet Maker Thou of all, Our lips proclaim Thy praises, As at Thy feet we fall. All Holy, Holy, Holy, Eternal God art Thou, Hear us in prayer before Thee, And send Thy mercy now. In slumber Thou hast kept us, And now, with morning light, Our hearts and minds awaken, And give them morn for night; And we shall give Thee praises Blest Trinity adored; For Holy, Holy, Holy, Art Thou Eternal Lord. Languages: English

Now glows the morn in beauty rare

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #8a (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Now glows the morn in beauty rare; Oh haste, my soul, to fervent prayer, And let the wings of morning raise To God the tribute of thy praise. The night is gone, now disappear The clouds that hung in threatening near; Day comes apace, and terrors flee, And light illumes the land and sea. O soul dismayed! when darkness fills The dismal days with darkling ills, Rest in the calm the promise gives, That Christ, thy Light and Glory, lives. Morn shall appear and scatter night; Light shall appear in noonday might. Strong in the joy the daylight brings, Soul, thou shalt rise on glowing wings. Morn of my soul, O Christ, Thou art; Light of my life; my drooping heart Sings, when Thy countenance benign Shines as the joys of noonday shine. Languages: English

Morn awakes, behold the glory

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #8b (1920) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Morn awakes, behold the glory From the hill-tops spread abroad, Telling still the ancient story Of the faithfulness of God. 9 Soul, bestir! the path before thee Leads toward the realm of night; Heed the voices that implore thee,-- Walk, the while ye have the light. Haste! the daylight may forsake thee Ere thou reach thy journey's goal; Lest the solemn night o'ertake thee, Up! the shining hours control. Do the task that waits thy doing; Let the will of God be thine; Ever what is right pursuing, Till the day to night decline. Christ, Thou Sun that knows no setting, In my soul in beauty shine; Then, the dread of night forgetting, I shall live in light divine. Languages: English

See, in the darkness, the dawn is awaking

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #9 (1920) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Lyrics: See, in the darkness, the dawn is awaking, Shafts from the sunrise are piercing the gloom, Night in her mantle the earth is forsaking, Heaven gives its glory, and nature her bloom. Wake from thy slumber, O soul: it is morning; Rise to the tasks which the morning prepares; Fair be thy garments, a sunlight adorning, Fairer than earth in the morning light wears. 10 Morning or night, if the clouds are depressing, Sunlight or starlight shut out from the view; Light of my life! may the calm of Thy blessing Fall on my soul as the comforting dew. Light of my soul! where Thy Presence is beaming, Night cannot come though the clouds may obscure; Fill Thou my soul, and the dark is but seeming, Shadows may flit, but Thy light shall endure. See, in the darkness, the dawn is awaking,-- Soul, it is morning: in worship adore; Fall at His feet, all the evil forsaking, Live in the light of the Christ ever more. Languages: English